: STAR-CROSSED SPIES AU :

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[ Essek Thelyss had been set up on a double date by his friend Jester.

He was not one who particularly enjoyed social interactions. He had enough of them both in his profession as a model, as well as his moonlight job as a spy for the Dynasty Government. Both sides of him did not have much in the way of time for such frivolities as dates. Certainly he was seen on the arm of quite a few men, but those were for publicity only and otherwise he eschewed any such interactions.

But Jester was Jester, and she was insistent.

Jester had caught him reading some tome on the intricacies of Dunamantic Technology and said that she knew just the man for him. To which case it became a Hurricane; Hurricane Jester coming in to whisk him away. So he decided to go and then at the end of the evening he would tell Jester's mystery man that he was not interested and thank you for his time. But that did not mean that he was going to show up being anything less than the model Essek.

So of course he would dress with care; even though he was sent on crushing this man's hopes he at least wanted it known that he was quite the prize, because he did have a bit of vanity to him.

A small local restaurant was selected on the seaside of Nicodranas, where he was currently on location for a beach shoot. One that specialized in fresh seafood. He wear tight white velvet pants and an off the shoulder slinky tunic, his hair was styled immaculately with little sparkly stars that still managed to hang in those waves.

Jester had told him to carry the book and so he had it tucked underneath his alongside his little beaded clutch. He walked into the cozy little seafood restaurant and glanced around as he surveyed the people to see if he could possibly guess who his date would be. That is, if his date had even arrived yet. ]

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Here was Caleb entirely unaware that there were plans to rock his world to the point that he would never be the same. He would not object to that in the slightest. For now though, he was enjoying the way that Essek felt tucked against him, trying to keep himself from imagining a life that he could not ever actually have.

What harm could a little fantasizing do?

Hubris, at its finest. He leaned in closer, the soft icy jasmine scent of the drow entirely impossible to resist -- not that Caleb was trying to resist much of anything right now. "What I do not wish to keep a secret is how much I have enjoyed spending time with you today."

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A shiver went through him at the brush of lips against his jawline, he could imagine how Caleb looked in this moment, likely the moonlight was just as wonderful to him as the sunset was. He wanted more of that mouth against his skin, and the soft and almost sensual tone of that voice did rather alarming things to various parts of him.

It certainly made his cock twitch and his drow cunt nearly drip, and other places that were rather deciding that they were within existence and wanting to be fingered, filled, what have you; and to mask this he took a another sip of his wine, just as well a hum. "Oh? Well I rather imagine that Jester is gloating at this moment, thinking that she did well." though he tilted his head just a little bit to the side so that he could look up at the irresistible man with those cerulean blue eyes.

"She would be well within her right to gloat, I have enjoyed myself as well." which did not happen often when it came to dates, especially blind ones where he did not know what to expect. Most of the time his expectations had fallen to the center of the earth. This time though? Not so much.

"I would not ah.. mind another."

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Caleb laughed, quiet, sheepish, but genuine. "Jester will be insufferably smug, ja. But I can't even begrudge her that smugness in this case either." Because yes, blind dates were disasters, but their mutual friend had been right about this particular match it would seem.

Essek turned to look at him, and even in the darkness, Caleb fell straight into those eyes, more dazzling than the star-filled skies above them could ever hope to be. There were constellations in Essek's eyes too, and Caleb wanted to map each and every one of them, learn the stories they would tell.

But oh. Oh yes. Another date would be amazing. "I would like that very much. ...I would very much like to kiss you again, soon."

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Essek's tongue slid against his lower lip, suddenly realizing that the taste of Caleb was not on his mouth anymore. Just wine; which while the whine was good-- it was no substitute for the other man's lips. So very carefully one of his hands slipped up until his palm pressed against the back of Caleb's neck and then he managed to shift so that his lips could be made available.

That is if Caleb wanted it.

And by the looks of it, he very much did.

"I certainly shall not stop you if you kiss me, Professor Widogast." was that the barest hint of a challenge, perhaps seeing if Caleb would rise to it. Though Essek was not above taking what he wanted if Caleb decided not to take this invitation for what it was.

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Caleb was not going to let that invitation slip past him, at all. How could he? He was not nearly strong enough to resist the temptation of the drow's lips, a breath away from his. His tongue flicked at his own lower lip as if anticipating the taste of him.

He lifted one hand to settle against Essek's cheek and then he closed the distance between them to kiss the other man, lips claiming lips as if all the time that had passed since their kisses traded in the garden had left him starving for more of Essek.

He could taste the wind, sweet and light, but beneath that Essek himself, and that was so so much sweeter. A true addiction, he realized, one that he'd never be able to shake.

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He'd never been kissed quite like this, like there had been a need for him that kindled itself deep within the soul, but here he was with the poetic Professor with such heartfelt and warm words stealing the very breath from his lungs; his lips parted and he sank into that mouth as if it were ripe fruit, tasting wine on the lips which left him just as drunk as what was held in the cup that he'd set off to the side.

And the very hint of a tongue tip which he coaxed into his own mouth.

Could feel the kiss pool through his entire body and spread warmth and heat there, with the brush of Caleb's facial hair as it scratched against his own chin, a texture that was far more pleasing then he would ever have admitted to himself.

The kiss very quickly became hot and deep, as Essek's mouth opened up fully-- and his arm wound itself even more securely around a shoulder, a purr at the back of the throat that likely the other man would be able to taste.

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Oh there was indeed a heat building in the kiss, the start of a fire that would burn in Caleb Widogast like a seam of coal deep in the earth caught alight and left to smolder for centuries. He took the invitation of that tongue to explore Essek's mouth, a soft sound in his throat, pleased and so swept up in him that the rest of the world slipped away entirely.

He slipped an arm around him, urging him closer at the sound of that purr. That was an irresistible sound that Caleb wanted to hear more of. It took all his self control not to tumble Essek back on the blanket -- and so far he was just barely managing to behave.

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This kiss was doing things to him, causing him to throb from the inside out and with absolutely no saving himself from the sheer need of it and it was taking Essek's own self control to not climb up onto Caleb's lap and straddle him while they continued to kiss and make-out like they were both teenagers caught in a web of exploration, but he was swept up in it just as much as Caleb was.

Finally though he drew his mouth away, with a nip against that reddened lower lip, slick with saliva from their kiss. His fingertip lightly traced the skin of Caleb's neck just against the collar and then he spoke a bit huskily.

"Do you want to come back to my bungalow, Caleb Widogast?"

The stars would always be there, and if they really did want to go outside, they could for he had an enclosed patio with his own private pool and hot tub, such was the amenities of being a world famous model. They were on a blanket surrounded by sand however, and sand was not sexy, he'd taken a shower that had lasted a half an hour to get all of the sand out of everywhere. "Of course, you are under no obligation." he reiterated with a quiet sort of hum, the pads of his fingers tracing underneath a chin, the bristle of facial hair tickling him with a tactile ease.

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Caleb would not have objected at all to having Essek in his lap, straddling him, however the other man wanted to be so long as it was close. As it was, Caleb's hands began to wander, running up Essek's side, around to his back to follow the graceful curve of his spine.

When the kiss broke, Caleb remembered he ought to breathe, even if the way Essek's fingertips played over his skin was supremely distracting.

"I... ja. Yes. Gods, yes. Please. I would very much like to come back to your bungalow." Obligation. Clearly he was jumping at the chance, chin lifting ever so slightly at that touch, as if he were an adoring pet eager for his owner's attention.

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The eagerness did delight Essek and it showed in the very curve of his smile that Caleb could almost taste, certainly be could taste the breath as it huffed out amidst the salty sea breeze that wrapped them up. It did not help of course that the questing hands was inspiring his body to arch ever so slightly against the other man's ministrations. He'd displayed several cat-like tendancies, but this seemed to be the most prevalent at the moment, the arching as if his entire body was made of water and it was naturally rolling up into the warmth of Caleb's hand.

Caleb had given him a taste of romance, he wondered what else may the ginger haired professor give him a taste of.

He slowly lifted himself up from the blanket. The stars were now spread out like jewels against the sky and the sunset was a long thing of the past, and it would not take long to pack up the cups and the snacks that they had consumed as they traced constellations with their fingertips. A rueful smile, as he knew that he was perhaps acting far too eager, but it was not every day that Essek Thelyss was horny, and gods was he ever.

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Caleb was, even if it was currently subconsciously, a fan of the feline-esque qualities that Essek possessed. Then again, he was a fan of all Essek's qualities. Something about the drow had thoroughly captured him, drawn him in and refused to let go, like the hold of gravity itself.

He helped pack up as well -- quick, yes, perhaps even a bit haphazard, though at least he remembered to re-cap the wine -- and once that was done, he held out a hand to Essek. Could the hand holding continue perhaps? That might tide him over for the walk back which would no doubt seem endless for how long it meant he had to keep his lips from Essek's.

Caleb Widogast was no stranger to horny, but the level of it in this moment was heretofore unprecedented.

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Essek had been meaning to help, he really had. But it appeared that Caleb was set to make very quick work of it and so Essek stood back and watched. Inserting himself in to help in small ways, until finally Caleb finished and then when the hand was offered to him, he took it rather gratefully and a smile as he started to pull the other man to him.

He had a makeshift teleport set up in his cottage.

But he rather like the idea of walking with Caleb like this, letting the anticipation seize the both of them this first walk back; though perhaps tomorrow they could avail themselves of the teleport circle when needed. He allowed himself to tuck into Caleb's side and then peered up at him as they walked. "You will go down as the man who taught me the meaning of romance, I hope you are satisfied with yourself, Chathtiu."

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Caleb was quickly coming to adore the way that Essek fit so perfectly against his side. There was something so natural about it -- about all of it. Caleb was not good at people, but being with Essek felt simple as breathing.

He leaned over just enough to murmur into one pointed ear. "I am, admittedly, feeling quite smug about this, ja. I will become insufferable over it, no doubt."

It was clearly the greatest accomplishment of his life to this point. To hell with magic, if he'd managed to catch this brilliant light of a man in the spell of romance. With him. Imagine that.

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"You have me quite smug that I've made you smug." Essek countered with a playful smile, their steps carrying them in tandem up the walk back to and through the botanical gardens of which was dancing lightly with the sweetness of fireflies. "But.. perhaps I like you a little bit smug and confident, it is a good look on you.. my quiet and enchanting professor." Essek said as he let go of Caleb's hand but only so that he could wrap his arm around that waist, so that he could lean himself into that side even more firmly.

"Being insufferable has gotten me out of quite a few needless social engagements." he admitted with a low hum.

"Though now I wonder what you wish to do with me next."

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"Well then, at least we are a matching set. I like that very much." The idea of matching. And the idea of being a set, with Essek Thelyss. He also liked that smile on the drow's lips, the way it softened ever so slightly the sharpness of those features; Caleb liked the sharpness too, the fact that Essek was quick and brilliant and fierce.

He was happy to shift to wrap his arm around the other man's shoulders in turn, hold him close as they strolled. He laughed. "Being awkward and anxious has done the same for me," he confessed.

Oh that question now, that certainly caught his attention. "I have a number of ideas, Schatz, if you are amenable. As much as I have enjoyed the taste of your lips, I find myself wondering what the rest of your skin would taste like."

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He wondered if Caleb realized that he got whatever it was that he wanted, that he was both focused and he was ambitious. He'd never wanted another man though, not quite like he wanted this professor that was walking back to his room with him, all of the grace of some sort of timeless romance though there was far far more dirty thoughts poised in the back of Essek's mind.

Though he kept himself for the most part poised, perhaps even a bit coy. No clue to the ravenous voring monster that lay beneath that elegant surface. "I think that I would like that.. though to be honest the kisses have been very very nice." which was, arguably, an understatement.

"You've shown me that you are quite clever with your thoughts and ideas, and you will find that I am nowhere as expirienced as my.." he gestures toward well everything ".. life would have you believe."

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Caleb was entirely unaware of what might be unleashed in Essek, and entirely unprepared, but he would eagerly meet all of it. "The kisses have been exquisite," he agreed, sounding earnestly pleased about this fact. He'd kissed others in his time, but something about the drow called to something inside him that had never been so fully woken before.

What a dangerous thing, in his line of work.

"I have a strange feeling you will be a quick study so to speak." Just an inkling. "But I do not want to do anything you are not comfortable with. Even if we spend the evening in nothing but conversation, I would be very content."

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There was nothing that Essek wanted less than just conversation, delightful though he hung onto every word that the professor spoke; oh he would hang onto those beautiful sounds that he knew Caleb would make as he got down on his knees for him. The were not very far now, they'd just passed the bookstore and they were within view of the sloping hill upon which the Lavish Chateau situated itself.

They were perhaps five minutes away now.

"I am fairly quick, it is true.. and I promise that if there is anything I am uncomfortable with, I will let you know with complete and utter candor." he was a man who knew what he wanted. "There will be many kisses." he whispered before he tugged on the other man's waist lightly, quickening his own steps even as he lightly patted Caleb on the very nice ass that he possessed.

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Oh. Oh that was his ass just got patted. He was okay with that. Like very okay with that, despite the little surprised catch of breath that escaped him and the flush that dusted over freckled cheeks.

His pace quickened to match Essek's, a bit of eagerness apparent in him to have the other man alone, all to himself. "Good. Ja. Very good." Many kisses. Many other touches perhaps. The sight of the Lavish Chateau in front of them felt like the promise of something thrilling.

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The heat that radiated from Caleb was nearly unavoidable, it was not that he could precisely see it underneath the moonlight but it was the quality of something that drifted around the other man, like a musk of arousal that came out in heat. It was impossible for Essek to resist teasing him even a little bit, and therefore he would indulge as he saw fit.

Their pace was enough that for any normal men, it would've winded them-- but they were secret international men of mystery so perhaps they did not pant as much as to be expected. Essek certainly had a rather strict training regime that he kept onto that was not just because he had to maintain his model's body.

Finally they were heading toward the Opal Cottage, down the little path that was more quaint then fashionable, he then fumbled in his purse for the key so that he could take it out which would allow him a bit of time to be groped that is if Caleb cared to take advantage of the moment.

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Caleb was not the type to pass up an opportunity so beautifully presented. He would quite happily crowd up behind Essek and find a place against the drow's neck, down along his shoulder, to let his lips begin wandering. Yes, it might distract and delay them getting inside, but he'd been so patient to mostly keep his hands to himself on the walk over, his resistance had worn down to nothing.

His hands settled against hips, running slowly up his sides, generally making a menace of himself. "We should really get inside, Schatz. I am finding it impossible to resist you much longer. I cannot be held responsible for any breach of decorum..."

Granted they were alone so really, the level of scandal was relatively low. But still.

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"And I think that you are being a menace." Essek murmured with no small level of huskiness to his voice, that seemed to collide quite amicably with the scent of jasmine that came from the flower beds that surrounded the front of the cottage. Needless to say he did push his hips back against Caleb even as the key found the lock and he slipped it inside and turned quite effortlessly.

It was a good thing that he did not have to break into anything, else he would have really been in trouble with the way that he could feel Caleb through every single bit of fabric that the professor was wearing.

That was criminal.

He'd heard that the equipage of an empire man was quite generous but he was beginning to feel that as well. Once the door was cracked open he shoved it open and then turned in those arms to grab Caleb by the collar so that he could pull him inside. Perhaps this was erring on the side of manhandling but he had a rather sizeable need at this moment. He was pulling the other man inside as his mouth sought his in a hot and deep kiss.

And if Caleb allowed it, he would find himself shoved up against the wall with the drow arched right against him.

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"Guilty as charged," Caleb agreed, words spoken directly to Essek's neck. He couldn't quite tell what perfume was the flowers and what was Essek, and all of it was entirely intoxicating -- though nothing quite so distracting as the way that the drow pressed back against him.

Oh. Well yes, that. He ah... he would like more of that. Thank you.

A soft ah! as he was grabbed and pulled, but he went oh so very willingly, eagerly. He might have enjoyed the manhandling, a lot. Quite a lot, thank you. Caleb had the wherewithal (barely) to pull the door shut behind him in the moment before he found himself trapped between wall and hot drow model. Yup, definitely a fan of the manhandling.

His arms wound around him, pulling him closer as he returned that kiss, just as hot and eager.

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In all honesty, Essek was pondering quite a few things that he had never particularly indulged in before.

Indulged really may not have been the word for it, he'd never wanted to because it felt like it would be messy and inconvenient to say the least. Mouth on body parts that he'd normally question his investment or even hygeine issues; was the may worth it? being a key question that normally caused such a thought to be shot down before it got out of the gate.

The slightly muffled groan, he could taste it and he rather liked it. As well as the responsive way that his intelligent Professor seemed to like it. Interesting.

He had had risen on the top pads of his feet to kiss Caleb, however he lowered himself until his teeth were scraping against a neck, leaving a few well placed bites that may leave marks, reminders of what they'd done this night. Scraping teeth, nibbling and biting against pale flesh as his fingers slipped just underneath that neatly put together button-down shirt, his digits skimming right over the trail of hair that disappeared downward into trousers.

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Caleb let his head fall back with a soft thunk, and he didn't even care because those teeth and lips were against his neck, and oh it was wonderful. His hands gripped tighter at Essek's hips, holding on for dear life.

And thank gods he was, because the world fell away entirely when those elegant, clever fingers went and invited themselves into his trousers. He was welcome to it, of course, a full and eager invitation.

"Fuck..." he cursed softly. Essek would find that Caleb was already very aroused, and there wasn't any way to keep it a secret with the drow's roaming touch.